"Th-this is..." After steadying himself, Jerry was shocked to find that the Portkey had transported him into a cramped iron cage suspended in midair. He seemed to be inside a cave.
"Looks like Fawley succeeded!" Standing below, Rowle stared venomously at Jerry in the cage. "Uncomfortable, isn't it? Back then, your parents imprisoned us in this very cage, like lambs waiting for slaughter!"
Jerry looked down at Rowle, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes. "Oh, I was wondering who it was. So it's you old bastards!" He quickly felt through his pockets for his wand.
"So you've recognized me. That saves me the trouble of introducing myself," Rowle sneered.
"You've already killed Yaxley, haven't you?" Rowle continued. "I never imagined you could be so ruthless at such a young age!"
"A pity, such a pity! You've fallen into our hands in the end. I wonder if your parents regret showing mercy back then instead of killing all four of us outright."
"All they did was cut off a bit of your souls. You four are awfully petty, holding a grudge for all these years!" Jerry sighed softly and shook his head. "No wonder the people left in your four families put together wouldn't even fill ten fingers!"
"Oh, now I remember. You're the only one left in the Rowle Family! How pathetic!"
"Bullshit!"
Rowle's face twisted at Jerry's scornful words. He glared up at Jerry in the cage, gritting his teeth as he said furiously, "You have no idea what endless torment a wounded soul brings!"
"I admit, I really don't." Jerry lightly patted the iron cage, his gaze settling on Rowle again. "But I have a friend, and she knows someone in Lille, France!"
Rowle's hand trembled slightly at the words "Lille, France," but he quickly regained